God Damn - Spose

The first time I got arrested

I was higher than the gas price

5−0 rolled with some flashlights, that’s life

I was in cuffs laughing, laughing

Like, «Whatever homie, you know bullshit happens»

And I swore, man, that would be the last time

Crime can’t become a pastime of mine, nah

But a month later cops busted through the locked door

And found a QP up in the sock drawer

And now I’m four charges deep, can’t sleep

And you know plus, I ain’t got laid in 3 weeks

Straight depressed, no checks

Mic cable round my neck, like I’ll chill with the devil

What the heck, no sweat

I’m going mental and I’m chattering my dentals

'Cause these teachers used to tell me I had so much potential

But now

Shut down

Smoker, alcoholic

Life’s rotten, got me plottin' on droppin' up out of college

Deuce court dates in late May

Just great

Can’t wait to get substantially financially raped

Man, I used to be invincible

Like, «fuck you» to the principle

But now I’m not sensible

God damn!

God damn

Right when they cuff my hands

God damn

When I testify or take the stand

God damn

I seriously can’t afford this, man

God damn

It’s got me scheming on a master plan

So, yo, I rolled into court (When?)

Rooster o’clock (oh) in two different socks

Mad bitches with speeding tickets was kicking it

The courtroom was crickets

My heart’s pounding like the bass in your Civic

And I’m tripping like, «please have mercy on my soul

I mean I only had a weed-filled bowl

Oh no!»

Misdemeanors got my mom reaching for Kleenex

And I don’t want my dad to know

So yo, it’s like

God damn as they call me to the stand

And I entered the chamber like the Wu-Tang Clan

I plead my case but the judge barely budge

I’ve been trudged through the mud since I met my boy Drugs

I realize I’ve gotta Nip/Tuck my ways

I ain’t Dave Chapelle

Rick James, rich bitch, hey

I gotta rearrange priorities

And even more importantly and horribly

Ease off the Heinekens and forestry

'Cause back when I had lights up on my sneakers

I was eager to be a leader with my voice up on the speakers

But now I’m losing confidence

A life no longer positive

I mean I wasn’t conscious of the consequence

Bumming, I was like off the wall like paint chips

Not thinking, drinking, banging, endangering, and feeling anguish

Slipping as a convict

Tripping taking bong rips

And doing all the wrong shit, God damn!

God damn

Right when they cuffed my hands

God damn

When I testified or took the stand

God damn

I seriously couldn’t afford this man

God damn

It had me scheming on a master plan

So yo it’s been two years now

I ain’t completely stop

Weed-stinking, beer-drinking

I don’t fuck with the cops, nah

I mellowed out

I’m more intelligent now

As apposed to the old Spose up in the felony crowd

It’s like, fuck that

I cut back a lot, for sure

I’m hanging in there like nuts sacks in boxer shorts

I’m not going to court

I’m still repping F-4s

Still Spizzy Spizzy Spose

Baby, catch me on tour

God damn